Just a few days back I watched an online trailer of this new movie 'Marley and Me'. To tell you the truth I am a little scared of watching this one, especially after checking out some reviews at IMDB.com. The title of one of the reviews read, ‘Ending too graphic'. Even though I have watched the gory Saw series, and some really horrifying B grade flicks I don't have a heart to watch this one.
Well the movie is adapted from the book by journalist John Grogan on his dog Marley, a yellow Labrador dog. 'Ending too graphic', one can now imagine that this poor chap Marley must have met a tragic end in reel life as well his real life.
I was in Singapore last year, visiting my brother, who gave me this book on my return flight to India. I was to wait for 3 long hours at the Chennai airport for my next flight to Delhi in the evening. He knew how much I loved my sweet little dog Coco, who was a Yellow Labrador too and whom I had got just a few months back. He was my best pal, and I got him when I was going through the worst time of my life. My joining with the company I got a job with had been delayed by almost 8 months and I was going through a bad phase in my love life. When I saw him for the first time, this Fur Ball was so small and cute that he immediately caught my attention and captured my heart. I kept him underneath the back seat of my car and flew him right away to my house. I used to be with him the whole day, hugging him, caressing him and chasing that little brat who used to run away with almost anything he could get hold off. How those eight months flew by with him, I have no clue, all I can remember is my mom chiding me for bringing that scoundrel who almost brought down her three bedroom apartment and fortunately no bad memories of those tough days. Be it her new table cloth, her new wooden bed, hundreds of bathroom slippers, computer table, her brand new center table, her bed mattresses and what not!..This guy kept chewing and chewing and chewing, until he was satiated.
I was missing him a lot on my trip to Singapore. I had not seen him for the past 15 days or so.
I had hardly read few pages when I felt as if I was reading about my dog. All his memories flash backed in my head and I started missing him a lot more. But I could only read it half that time and still have not been able to finish it.
Coco was like my own son, a piece of my heart whom I recently gave away. While almost everybody who knows me hates me for that fact, and at times I hate myself too but most of the times I feel happy for him. I was the only one in the house who used to take care of him. My mother was a little scared of him and my father used to be busy at office and could hardly take out some time for him. Once I got busy with my job, this poor chap started to feel all alone. I was not able to take him out for walks or play with him more often. I was in some ways being cruel to that little fella. So one fine day we decided to give him away for adoption. I found out a nice little home for him, where he could play the whole day long and have the best time of his life. The first few days were easy when I gave him away, but soon the days felt long and the house felt quiet on weekends. But the thought of him being happy at his new home would make us all strong. There were times when we decided to get him back, but we would soon realize that it was for his own good. My mother cried at times when she was all alone in the house. Even for her it was like parting away from her own son. My father also sees him in his dreams at times.
I hope he is happy at his new home with his new friends. It’s been few months when I last spoke to the Army officer, whom I handed over my sweet Coco; he was in the best of his health. I don't call him anymore, partly because I fear of his well being and partly because I fear my paternal instincts could make me weak.
I see him almost every day in my dreams, that's probably because the connection with him was so strong, or probably he remembers me too. I now have a very special place for all the animals in my heart, but unfortunately all of that sounds strange to the external world. I try to find my Coco in other dogs that I see and probably that is the reason why I cannot hold myself back when I see a little puppy on the road looking for his mother or some food from a passerby.
One day I wish I could bring him back to my house and tease him the way I used to by running in front of him or stealing his favorite toy.
If you happen to have a dog or a pet, then hug him now, because they are your best pals, and the only ones who will always love you, come what may.
I was very happy to watch the trailer of this new movie, and I was looking forward to watch it but I have no guts to watch it anymore.
The mere thought that this poor dog will meet a tragic end, has left me numb and brokenhearted already.
The sweet poster reminds me of Coco, whom I will always love.
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